Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength-Chapter 541 - 538: Above the Sea Surface

"He’s holding a book too!"

"Be cautious!"

Hovering in the air, Ronald was faced with the gaze of everyone left.

Not all present could recognize his identity, but there was a Caster who immediately spoke up to caution his companions.

And to fulfil the most basic obligation, as well as to serve his own moral baseline.

Right before he took action, Ronald issued one last statement,

"I declare in advance, I’m here to only deal with little William."

"..."

"Careful, this guy might use language-based bewitchment Spells!"

Indeed, these Casters had no intention of listening to reason.

It was with such a warning that any sincere negotiation on Ronald’s part was no longer viable, and what followed could only be straightforward and brutal combat.

Swoosh—

Suddenly, from behind Ronald in a blind spot, someone surged forward.

A dagger, wrapped in Magic Power, stabbed towards Ronald’s back.

During a standard Caster combat,

This was already a decent stealth attack.

Both the concealment of the Magic Fluctuation and the suppression of sound during the attack could be considered satisfactory.

Unfortunately for him, his target was Ronald.

Sensing the movement behind him with the power of ’Fury,’ Ronald simply used his high mobility to sidestep, causing the incoming attack to miss him by a hair.

And in the moment when their figures crossed paths,

With the man’s completely unprepared speed, Ronald’s palm had already seized the wrist holding the dagger.

"Ah—"

A scream echoed in an instant.

The strength capable of twisting metal hinges was not something a body of flesh and blood could withstand.

Just like that, not only did the dagger drop from the assailant’s grasp,

But the assailant himself was immediately plunged into excruciating pain.

"..."

Watching the pitiful state of the attacker, Ronald glanced around him with the corners of his eyes.

None of the others seemed the least bit sympathetic towards their comrade.

It was at this quick exchange, the group of Casters started preparing their Spells, their stances looking as if they intended to completely vaporize Ronald from existence.

"Sigh..."

He sighed softly and, gripping the man in his hand, Ronald rose higher.

While creating distance from the others, he also held the sword wrapped in cloth, the Saint Catherine’s blade, in his hand.

There was no mercy in combat.

Ronald decisively stabbed the sword into the man he held, simultaneously declaring ’victory in this battle.’

Whirr—

The powerful Magic Power of a Saint’s relic swept over the area.

By meeting the specific trait requirements of Saint Catherine’s sword, the power of the Saint’s relic began to take effect. Some of the people closest to Ronald in midair hadn’t even completed their Spells before their eyes became vacant.

"Ah—"

"Mind Control!"

"What Spell is he using?"

Those who could barely resist the influence of Saint Catherine’s sword also had a rough time.

The two still conscious maintained their faltering defense Spells, now looking at Ronald with nothing but fear.

So, Ronald snapped his fingers lightly.

"Be good, stop fighting."

"..."

The authority of the ’Dominion Angel’ surged out immediately.

The defensive spells that the two had barely managed to maintain were obliterated at the moment of contact with the magic power. It was then that the attacks they had barely launched had just reached Ronald.

A flying knife.

A wave of magic-formed shockwaves.

Ronald easily dodged by moving aside, then maintained his balance.

The range of influence of the Sword of Saint Catherine was extremely large.

After he had just used it to good effect, the multi-masted galleons on the sea were enveloped within its range of influence. As the bearer of the Saint’s legacy, Ronald was certain that over ten people had lost their ability to fight under his influence.

But in return, came an intense reaction from the casters on the ship.

Not to mention those who were preparing spells, the other casters who didn’t feel like exerting themselves also sensed danger, and magic fluctuations broke out one after another, spreading like a fishing net cast over the surface of the sea.

"So this is clearing the chaff all at once, leaving only the elites?"

Ronald’s grip on the Sword of Saint Catherine tightened.

His gaze also entered full battle mode.

Boom!

Just then, an unprecedentedly huge wave churned up from below.

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, Ronald could see a massive, blurry shadow under the sea surface, and something gigantic was extending amidst the waves.

Soon after the waves subsided, Ronald saw clearly what was happening above the sea.

Several giant pink tentacles lurked among the waves, rolling straight towards the multi-masted galleons!

This was... Bapulor’s spell...

No!

This was Bapulor himself!

Through his sorcery, this demonic magician had transformed himself into some kind of monstrously huge terrifying creature and was now attacking the ships directly.

With his current size.

This large multi-masted galleon could only be described as a slightly oversized toy.

At this moment, Ronald remembered his encounter in Greenwich.

The demonic magician he met in the manor outside the city last resorted to fusing his and his subordinates’ flesh and blood, transforming into a huge monster.

And Bapulor’s spell at this moment,

was undoubtedly the highest type of such magic.

Even... could this be the Complete Technique from his original tome?

From the air, Ronald could safely observe the battlefield.

But on the sea, the ’passengers’ on the multi-masted ship had no such leisure.

Faced with the giant tentacle attack, failing to react meant defeat.

So out of the four major spells prepared earlier, someone immediately increased the magic power expenditure, violently intensifying the composition of their spell.

Hiss—

The constructed spell was completed on the multi-masted ship, and an intense chill immediately started to spread to the surrounding sea. The sea surface of the Dusksun Ocean, which served as the battlefield for both sides, couldn’t withstand such a level of magic.

Sea water devoid of magic froze in an instant.

The continuous glacier could even spread out over a hundred meters to the beaches!

Crack crack crack—

In such a scenario, the tentacles hindered by the ice naturally began twisting and breaking through the ice, their massive bodies rampaging through the solid ice, creating a scene even more exaggerated than those shot in monster films.

"No!"

Facing this scene, Ronald immediately felt an electric jolt.

He nearly subconsciously snapped his fingers.

—Ronald remembered the unlucky ones he had controlled.

Normally, these guys losing self-control and falling into the water was no issue.

But now below was an icy surface!

If they just crashed down hard, the sight would definitely not be pleasant.

—Fortunately, Ronald’s reaction was timely.

The snap activated the "Archangel", and these unlucky souls’ figures were suddenly yanked just before they landed, and then they started sliding as if on ice.

All the way to the safe area on the coast.

Only then did their rather uncomfortable journey for the evening come to an end.

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